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Current Can't believe that I actually got an RP close to its endgame, btw...
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Noble Arms is now either four years old, or three years and eleven months. The third thread had lasted for more than one year.
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New Interest Check, everybody!
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My Roleplay, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, will reach its 4th year in June or July. It's been a long journey.
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Despite its massive flaws, my RP, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, is still one of the longest ongoing RPs in RPGuild - It turns 4 years old in July and the current thread itself is more than a year old.
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Nation: Basilea ton Rhomanion (Roman Empire, Byzantine Empire)
Location: Western Third of Anatolia (Modern-Day Turkey), Thessalonica and the Middle Balkans.
Total Military Numbers: 10,000 - 20,000
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History: You guys are allowed to use Wikipedia.
So we choose a historical country and play as them with our own leader or as the true leader?


Yes, you choose a historical country and play with them with the Historical Leader.
1254 AD: Purgatory of Europe

It has been fifty years after the Fourth Crusade, where the armies of the West turned against the greatest Christian City in the world, Constantinople, committing acts of bloodshed, rape, looting, and indiscriminate murder that were appalling even in such a brutal era. With the heart of Eastern Christendom ripped out, the legal heirs of the Imperium of Rome were driven out of their capital, onto Western Anatolia, where, holding back Turks and Westerners, they managed to build a stable, prosperous state.

In the West, the Seventh Crusade against Egypt has failed, and King Louis IX of France has taken revenge by expelling all that country's Jews, while Henry III of England is unwillingly forced to let elected representatives from shires and parliaments sit on the King's Council. In Portugal, similar things happen, with Alfonso III of that country holding the first session of the Portugese Cortes, an assembly of Nobles, Merchants, and more elected representatives.

And in the hallowed halls of the Vatican, the Papacy has clarified and named the doctrine of Purgatory, a state between Heaven and Hell in which sinners are purged of their sins before being allowed to Paradise. And Purgatory is what Europe is going through.

For death, fire, swords and blood are the laws of that time, the laws of the world. While people dream of a better world, they can do little to bring it about, and few even try that little. But there is always hope even in the darkness of the time...one just has to grab it.

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So there you have it, a Historical NRP based on the Middle Ages. I know, I know, people are generally uninterested in the era, but I hope to make it accessible for non-history nerds, as well as give people a great time while fighting/politicking/looting. Anyway...

Wikipedia

I'll add an Etherpad Link if necessary.

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Rules and Guidelines (Partly Copied from Gilded Throne with Gowi's Permission

I. The most important thing is to respect and follow the rules of our host site, which is no question. If there’s sexual content there is always “fade to black”, if it is a particularly dark and questionable scene it can be referenced or hinted at instead of shown. Basically, nudity is fine, but no 'horizontal tango'!

II. Respect fellow role-players. This is a collaborative project in nature so we shan’t dismiss or patronize those we should be working together with—lighthearted humor is fine but remember not to insult outright or start flame-wars; generally you know the drill so don’t be a dick and things should be kosher.

III. No meta-gaming—in Game of Thrones Robb Stark wasn’t prepared for the Red Wedding, so by good logic you shouldn’t be as well. The characters can’t know things outside of their timeframe, knowledge, and so on.

IV. This is important—Your Nation must always be next to another Player Nation. And by that, I mean that during nation creation, you should not start at far-flung geographic regions; one nation in Scandinavia and another in North Africa.

V. Characters can and will die in this role-play. Battles can and will be lost. This means if five armed swords surround an unarmed individual there will be certainly a terrible end. Although, this is not to say GM’s or other players can kill others outright and without consultation—you have a say in plot progression but do remember this is a game of collaboration.

VI. Post length should fit the scene progression.

VII. Also a major rule...HAVE FUN!!! (or else...:p)

VIII. In the case of players who drop, grow completely inactive, and other situations that hold up the RP the GM's will take exclusive control of these nations so the RP can continue to progress.

IX. If you have any questions, comments, concerns or need to contact a GM for any reason, we ask that you add all three to your pm or we will rewrite your pm to fit this format. To reiterate, all pm threads to the gms for gm reasons MUST include me or anyone I list as Co-GM in the thread. This will normally include late additions to the lore, or concerns involving other players.

X. No Magic! 'Miraculous Cures' are permitted if they're obviously the placebo effect, though, and you can develop new technology if you can convince me that it'd be viable through PM.

XI. No attacking other nations, NPC or PC, without a Cassus Belli, aka a legitimate reason for war. Naturally, attacking nations of other Religions, or Excommunicated Catholics, is the easiest Cassus Belli there is.

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Nation:
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Total Military Numbers (between 5000 - 50,000 for most countries, while big empires such as the Golden Horde and Ilkhanate can have 100,000):
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History (You are allowed to use Wikipedia for now):
Sure thing.


Thanks!
@ethanjory@bluetommy2@Hannibal@Certainly@Brithwyr, Should I start the OOC, then?
ALEXANDER SKY
HANGAR, NEW ANCHORAGE


Alexander held his temples as the others talked. Physical tests, battle training, climbing a junk NC; all of those were making him dizzy. He would have been enthusiastic before, but the hits to the head kinda blocked any desire for exertion at present. So, he went to the nearest staff member, and asked for directions to his designated quarters in the pilot's section of the barracks. Once he recieved them, as well as a passkey to his room, the twenty-four year old began walking, trying to will himself to get past the pain and depression.

As he arrived to his room without incident, he would find that his luggage had been neatly set down inside the chamber, but right now, the young man just wanted to...sleep. Slumping down on the bed, the NC Pilot began to get some attempt at rest. However, despite his exhaustion his anxiety and dread would take form in his subconciousness and the dream he would begin having slowly twisted itself into a nightmare.

In a cold and sterile surgeon's room, filled with the smell of antibiotics and cleaning agents, the six-year old was lying down on a bed, clad only in a hospital gown; the situation was meant to be humiliating without being indecent. Looking at him were three surgeons, whose masks and protective wear made them look identical except for their eyes. The strong lights above outlined them, making them look more shadowy than they really were. The space was large, slightly more so than necessary, so as to produce fear in those taken to it.

"To think that a gaijin slave like him would be compatible with one of our NCs..." the leftmost doctor said, in a tone of disbelief. "And a son of mere infantryfolk, too!"

"Nevertheless," said the central doctor, "we're implanting the plugs into him right now - why?"

"So that he would remember the pain," the rightmost doctor said, "It's basic; a child wants to avoid pain, and would, when faced with someone capable of inflicting that pain, try and please them in order to not get hurt."

"That's better," said the leftmost surgeon. "We're teaching him his place. So, no anastethic?"

"None," the central doctor then turned Alex over, exposing his back to full view. The other surgeons then strapped the six-year old to the bed, and stuffed a small gag into his mouth in order to prevent him from biting his own tounge in the following moments. Then, the boy saw a glimpse of steel --

And the world filled with pain.


"Don't hurt me, don't hurt me," Alex tossed and turned over on his bed, "please..."

"But if I'm to be a pilot," Alexander, one year later, was now asking, "why can't I get an NC till I'm eighteen?"

"You need to be prepared," Present!Alexander could not remember the source of the voice, "you see, people think that just because you have white skin, that you will turn against us."

"I won't!" shouted Alexander, "I'm a good slave!"

"That you are," the voice was sounding more feminine now. "You will serve us well."

A hand, with two pills on the palm.

"Now, swallow them; be a good slave," and Alexander took a glass of water - in the flashback, it had just appeared, and then drank obediently, before lying down on a bed in a fugue state.


The next dream was set in a sterotypical Australian Desert, and was about Tahlia, the Half-Asian beauty saying:

"Obey, slave," before she pulled out a whip from out of nowhere, and began hitting Alexander as he held out his arms to shield his face.

"You are nothing," she then kicked him on the stomach and shins, forcing him down to the ground. "You are beneath me. Are you scared, little boy? Because I'm going to give you something to fear."

"No!" Alexander then pulled out his Jian - from where he also didn't know - and cut 'Tahlia' in half, causing her to disperse into motes of darkness...which then reformed into Graham.

"Insubordinate. Child. Spoiled By Overindulgent Employers. Immature. You Deserve Nothing," the man was saying, stone-faced. Alexander sheathed his Jian and strapped it onto his back, before saying:

"Is this what you call order?! What use is law if it cannot give future generations a life better than present ones?!" In response, Graham smirked... then turned into Percy just as the scene turned into the New Anchorage Mess Hall again.

"I don't like you, you're a creep," 'Percy' was now saying, "and you did nothing for me. Go away and never approach me again." The sound of soft footsteps were heard, and suddenly, Joe was behind Alexander.

"No one cares about you," the thin, vampire-like man was now saying to the brunette. "None of us oldies care about you, none of your fellow new pilots care about you, no one likes you, you're alone."

"Just go and commit suicide already."

Alexander tried to wake up, to banish the dreams, but he couldn't; his body was demanding that he stay asleep. So he stayed, he stayed in the nightmare.
Paradise 'Par' Rapids - Diver's Paradise

Par whooped as his grenade had an effect; there was an opening! As the CMAS' shield hopefully faltered, Par would then roll more grenades - two of them - towards the enemy line while the other Divers hopefully kept up their suppressing fire. When the explosion at the Northeastern Pillar boomed out, the Machinist/Merchant would grit his teeth, before taking out his Sniper Rifle and searching for weak spots in the enemy's barrier. Basically, he would follow up the stronger attacks from his fellow Divers with shots from his Rifle, with the logic that those stronger attacks would weaken the enemy shield and allow his bolts to come through, hitting the ones behind...
@bluetommy2, Sorry for the delay, didn't see the edit, and yeah, people don't like Actual Historical Games much.
Again, I think I was too harsh. I'll unsubscribe now.
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